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It was as though Columbus was crying.
The sky had been overcast all morning with iron-grey clouds blown in from the east, the darkened puffs full and close to bursting with precipitation. Not a sliver of sun had been seen since the weekend and no cheerful rays shone through today; and with the eerie quiet of the cemetery and
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*hug*
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...*stares at your icon and cries*
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*pets*
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Sigh.
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*has nothing to hug and cry against*
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*cuddles you*
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I love the idea that what they had was an interlude, oh you make my heart hurt for Sergei.
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*smish* Thanks for reading Bern!
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